| Hey over there — can you spare me what you’ve got
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| I’ll play what you want to hear — happy or sad. |
| Frozen hands or not
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| No I’m not from round here, people always ask that question
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| Please, if you stop and stare
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| Share at least your good suggestions
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| Oh there are so many lives to run away from
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| So won’t you tell me how to make something of my own
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| It’s a loaded game, you can’t take or leave
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| Hard hard, you’ve got to be
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| Hope and faith: vanities
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| Hard hard, and you tell me
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| How do the lonely see
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| Hard hard, I just step away
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| You with your insight — does it keep you warm? |
| Does it pacify?
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| Hard hard, oh
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| And for what it’s worth, it’s an iron lung
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| Hard hard, but it will help you breathe
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| You’ll fit or sink, my dear
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| Hard hard — there is no other way
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| Responsibility hard hard and it will stay
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| You with your frail light. |
| You’re a factory job, if you work it right
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| Hard hard oh
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| It’s a loaded gun, but it’s up to you
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| Far far be it from me to say
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| Use it as best you can
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| Cos you get one shot
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| It can go either way
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| Hard hard, oh |